Night of the Demons (1988)
Amelia Kinkade: Angela
Angela : [possesed] Open the door, Rog. We don't want you, we want the bitch! You know we'd never hurt a nice little boy like you.
Rodger : Go to hell, you dirty bastard!
Angela : [possesed] Oh, not tonight my boy, not tonight. Rest assured we got something wonderful planned for you, so much pain, so much *sorrow*!
Angela : Would you listen to me? These are NOT ghosts. This house is NOT haunted, it's possessed!
Stooge : Ha! Possessed! Man! Come on it! Who gives a shit?
Judy Cassidy : What's the difference in possessed and haunted?
Angela : A haunted house is a house with ghosts in it, the spirits of people who've died, but the spirits living in a house possessed never existed in human form. They've only existed in spirit form. They're pure evil. They're demons!
Angela : Oh don't tell me you're leaving? Sal wanted to go... but he decided to stick around!
[shot of Sal with a wooden stake through his heart]
Angela : Judy, Rodger, where you going? The party's just begun.
Frannie : Hey guys, how about a past life seance?
Suzanne : A what?
Frannie : A past life seance. You know, we all sit around, look in a mirror, and see our past lives.
Stooge : What kind of drugs are we gonna need for this?
Suzanne : Cool.
[holds up her compact]
Suzanne : Will this do?
Angela : I'm afraid not, Suzanne, we need one we can all look into at once.
Angela : [everybody's sitting in front of a mirror for a past life seance] It's really very simple, you just keep staring at my reflection in the mirror until the glass clouds up all black. When it clears we'll see what I looked like in a past life.
Angela : There's plenty of time for dancing later, now it's time for party games.
Stooge : Yeah, we can play post orifice and you can be the stamp.
Frannie : Don't make me ill.
Angela : I was thinking of something a bit more in tune with the holiday.
Sal : Like what? Bobbing for apples with razor blades in them?
Angela : No! I was thinking more along the lines of a seance.
Judy Cassidy : A seance?
Helen : Isn't that a little chancy? I mean this IS Halloween, the night when all the creepy things are supposed to stalk the earth. I mean there's no telling what we'll drudge up, especially in this old place.
Angela : Those noises we heard, there were three of them, and that awful stink, and then the chill!
Frannie : Well it's not cold now, must've been a draft.
Jay Jansen : Well, maybe somebody did come in.
Helen : The odor's gone too.
Angela : But we ALL experienced them! The noise, the stink, and the chill! They're all signs of demonic infestation.
Frannie : Demonic what?
Stooge : Demonic watchamacallit. I mean come on, ol' Ange here is just trying to put the ooooga booga on us, okay?